Some people actually like this crap. Managing editor Elizabeth Donovan, for instance, is all about it. She'll come into my office on an unusually warm winter day with a frown on her face and say, "I wish it would snow."
"You wish it would snow?! Are you frigging out of your mind, woman?" That's what I say to her.
My mom is another one. She actually called me up today to tell me it was snowing, like I couldn't tell. I slogged through the gray and sloppy mess on my way to the train station and listened to her syrupy…